Gu Shaojun pulled his mother out of the kitchen and helped her to a rattan chair in the shade of the courtyard. After the mother and son had spoken for a while, Gu Shaojun said, "Mom, why are you always cooped up in the kitchen? Whenever I want to find you, I know I can just head straight for the kitchen. It's full of greasy smoke and heat in here. The aunties are even prepping vegetables outside. It's so hot out, so please be careful. Don't get heatstroke."
Zhou Huiyun smiled. "Since when is your mother so delicate? You know how our family is. There are so many people, and everyone has different tastes. The old and young alike are all particular and picky. Especially with Shaolian home these past few days, I have to be even more careful. If I make something that's not to his liking and he eats a couple of bites less, your grandma will definitely not be happy. So, whenever it's time to cook, she reminds me nonstop. How can I not stand here and supervise?"
